Luyện nghe bài hát Many Enemies Bring Much Honour

Dressed not in but in black
See the in our eyes
Always ready to back
Never hiding in

enemies bring much honour...

The fighting man shall the sun
Take warmth and from the glowing earth
with the light-foot winds to run
And the trees to newer birth
An all-bright company of
Hold him in high
The dog-star and the seven
The Will to Power and a hip
The trees that stand together
They stand to him one a friend

Many bring much honour...

And when the burning breaks
And all else are out of mind
And only joy of takes
Him by the throat and him blind
Through joy and blindness he know
Not caring much to know that
Nor lead nor shall reach him so
That it be not his Will

enemies bring much honour...

The thundering line of stands
And in the air, death's
The day shall clasp him with hands
The shall hold sweet victory

enemies bring much honour...